The person I love, I want to be able to occupy his whole life, he did not pass before he met me, leaving a blank waiting for me.

——Qian Zhongshu, "The Siege of the City"

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The oranges are peeled clean and look fresh.

Zhang Ze was reluctant to eat it in a few bites.

Someone buried his head in eating hot pot and ignored it at all.

What about the elderly and children who take out oranges at the window?

There are still not many pedestrians, and the pile of oranges is placed on the side of the road, and no one has taken them, which looks a little pitiful.

The wind came in through the cracks in the window, and it was a little cool.

The red soup base in the pot keeps rolling.

Zhang Ze was about to put the oranges in his mouth, but suddenly a faint light overflowed from the oranges, and the oranges cracked.

A sword light pressed towards Zhang Zeji's eyebrows.

No matter how you look at it, such a distance cannot be avoided.

But in the next second, something suddenly shot in, and it hit this sword light impartially, causing it to deviate from Zhang Zeji's eyebrows and hit the wall.

The sword light dissipated, and there was a small hole in the wall.

Someone's eyes became hot as they looked at the hole.

Zhang Ze looked at the only chopsticks in his hand and said, "Fortunately, you made a timely move." ”

Two chopsticks, one in someone's hand and the other in that hole in the wall.

The bottom of the pot is still boiling.

The vermicelli in the pot is already very badly cooked.

Why is there a sword light buried in the orange?

Who buried it?

Outside the window, it was still the same, but next to the orange basket under the street lamp, a middle-aged beggar in ragged clothes carried a few oranges in his arms and walked to the other side of the street.

The shop was suddenly quiet.

There is only the sound of pots and food.

The customers in the store were amazed, no matter how they looked at the hole in the wall, it was not something that ordinary people could do.

Some even felt that something was going to happen and left in a hurry.

But there are still people who are eating hot pot unhurriedly, and it seems that the collapse of the sky and landslides can't stop him from enjoying the food in front of him.

Suddenly two people came in the store.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the two of them, and his expression began to become complicated.

One old and one young.

He is only seventy or eighty years old, and he is only five or six years old.

The child grabbed a place to sit down, and then pulled the old man to sit down, the old man's back was like a bow, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

Someone turned around and looked at it and said, "That's not an orange seller." ”

Zhang Ze has said: "Can you see it?"

Someone said: "That's a pair of hands holding swords." ”

Zhang Ze had already looked out the window and said curiously: "Don't they want that basket of oranges?"

Xiao Er asked, "What do you two need?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "It's too cold outside, my grandfather and grandson came in to keep warm and beg for hot tea." ”

Xiao Er smiled: "Yes, wait a minute." ”

After a while, a pot was brewed.

Someone said, "You really don't recognize them?"

Zhang Ze shook his head.

Someone said: "The ghost in this orange must have been done by them." ”

The child has already drunk three bowls of tea.

It's just a very ordinary tea, but for some reason it's so sweet for children.

The fourth bowl.

The old man smiled and touched the child's head.

If you don't eat the ingredients at the bottom of the pot, you may really have to cook them badly.

Someone ignored them and began to eat again.

Zhang Ze was still looking at the two people, the old man and the child.

I don't know how many bowls the child has drunk, and it seems that the pot of tea will never be exhausted.

The basket of oranges on the side of the road outside the window had been taken out of sight, and only an empty basket was lying on the street.

The child finally noticed this, so he ran to him with a smile and said, "Sir, are oranges sweet?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "Those oranges outside you have been taken away. ”

The child smiled and said, "If you think it's sweet, I'll sell it to you tomorrow." As he spoke, he took out a yellow orange from his clothes and handed it to him.

The oranges are still bright and still lovely.

Zhang Ze was about to take the yellow orange, but suddenly a cold light came, and almost at the same time, Zhang Ze had already leaned back.

The cold light appeared, with a bit of sharpness.

The sword intent is full of killing intent.

Someone's chopsticks were already on the child's neck.

Zhang Ze let go of the orange and looked at the child and said, "It's strange, this sword is even higher than yours." ”

The child laughed coldly, "When this sword cuts your throat, you will no longer be surprised." ”

Someone said: "The sword intent in the orange was buried by you?"

The child laughed and said, "What's wrong with that?"

Seeing this, the customers of the shop ran out in a panic, and the table was overturned, and the soup was sprinkled all over the floor, and the floor was full of meat rolls, fish balls, and some vermicelli.

Xiao Er was so frightened that he hid under the table, and the table was shaking.

Suddenly, the shop, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent.

The old man drank tea casually.

Xiao Er lay under the table, covering his ears with his hands, not knowing what to pray indiscriminately in his mouth.

Only the pot in front of someone was still boiling.

Someone said, "Your sword can go down his throat, but my chopsticks are faster than yours." ”

As soon as the sword got closer, the chopsticks would have pierced him in the neck.

Zhang Ze has already said: "Who are you?"

The child smiled: "You must be curious, how could I kill you for no reason, but I know you very well, you are the idler of the lonely mountain." ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "So why?"

The child said, "Because you are his sword boy." ”

He.

Zhang Ze has said: "So what is the relationship between the two?"

The child said, "I need you, because you are what I want to exchange." ”

Zhang Ze smiled and said, "That's really interesting, but why do you have such confidence?"

The child said, "I've been watching you for a long time. ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "Me?"

The child said, "You are a lonely mountain idler, and you don't know how to practice at all. ”

Zhang Ze has smiled and said, "Then you really know me." ”

The child said coldly, "So you are what I am going to take away." ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "What if I don't agree?"

The air outside was as cold as knives, but inside the shop was hot.

The old man was still drinking tea, as if these things had nothing to do with him.

But the other chopstick in someone's left hand was still tightly held by him, and he was always guarding something.

And the chopsticks in his original right hand were tightly pressed against the child's neck, and the chopsticks were stained with some hot pot soup oil on one end, which was also stained on the child's white skin.

The sword was still pointed in front of Zhang Zeji.

It's not a good sword, it's just very ordinary.

But the murderous aura coming from the sword was very strong.